Saturday 7 June 2008

On the road to the Duchy of Skogsmork...



Duke Karl Frederick travelled towards the Duchy of Skogsmork in brilliant June sunshine. He had made certain that his favourite small sword was packed, along with tennis racket and telescope.Upon entering the Forest the light was greatly diminished. Vague dwellings and large Elk could be observed upon reaching the border and cross it. The coach, also carrying Duchess Liv and servants carried on through the seemingly never- ending forest.

They had been travelling for some hours, reflected Karl Frederick, as he confirmed the time of day by sun and pocket watch. Screaming from outside alerted the Duke and Duchess that much was amiss. The coach had lost a wheel- a sense of speed, scraping and vibration and then darkness...

5 comments:

  1. Uh-oh! There's trouble in River City. With a capital T that rhymes with D that stands for The Duchy of Skogsmork!

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  2. Dark deeds afoot amidst the trees!

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  3. Hopefully no orphaned Alisonia will have to play Joan of Arc and chase the Skogsmorkishs from Tradgarland. Or (rather De Gaulle fashion, but sending messages from Paris), to govern in exile a bunch of 'Free Tradgarlanders' with Ny Tradgarland and the Nicobar Islands as only possessions...

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  4. Let us hope that it is only a momentary difficulty . . . and not something of great import.


    -- Jeff

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  5. This has all the markings of a plot that is worthy of Milady de Winter. I understand that she is jealous that it did not occur to her first.

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